Wish for the flowing
The guiding principle
Flourishing wildly
Over stones and through reeds.
Look for the budding
The guide, the gift
Expressing itself
Throughout, within.
Feel as it builds
Coming about
Not lost in abundance
Welcomed as one.
I am a glowing ember
A garden of love
Transposed into light
Fixating on your mind
And gently reminding you
How the sun rises every day
And each Spring
How the blossoms erupt
And the bees return
To bring you honey.
I awoke to find the land had changed
A gentle blanket had settled down
Covering what I could see
Sleeping in the trees.
Clouds had moved away and off
Left the day with a blue sky
One that reflected white;
Brightness hard to see.
So far there were no footsteps
Hiding all that humans had chose to leave,
This left deep peace upon my mind
Setting my regret for once free.
Did you think about the path
That took your shoes
From there to here?
Pebbles and roots
That touched your feet
And gave you
Little messages
That reminded you of a dream.
I woke today
With my clear dream
Where I watched
The ball of your foot
Circulate through
The forest so calm
And every step
That you took
Brought you silently to me.
I am for the soaring Eagle
Bulletin, forward then,
Criss-crossing sky paths
Drop my heart and feel it gone
Swooping in vermin found
Call out in the wild!
Hurah! Enthralled return
To the nest far away
High up in the sky
Falling down, golden tail
Return again to sky.
There is an animal that crosses the void
It’s path is not straight
It’s nose is it’s beacon
It knows and is not afraid
And justifiably conversely
Afraid when it does not know
Just like every other
Living organism.
It crosses the void
And stares into the eye of darkness
Tangled with streams of light
That make depth hard to perceive
For it is glorious, this darkness;
The heart of a wild breath
Beats strong in the shaking embers of life.
The weather is confused right now.
Gray skies are followed by white lies
That melt away into the pools,
And trees look like they’ve begun
To shoot their buds and grow.
But freezing weather makes every step
Across the yard treacherous,
And winds howl with such gusto
Makes one think it’ll never be Spring again!
Some days the sun shines
And as I wait for water bucket to fill
I draw moonscapes with my breath in the air.
Other days I take my hat
And stuff it into my pocket
And slip and slide as I make my way
Up the hill for a view
That may tell me, give me some hope,
Of a Spring that is just around the corner.
Rotating pockets
With hands
Squinting
Oh, let the pious people be
Let them be
They can carry the song
Let me free
And in the information rich
I shall love the respite
I shall crawl away
And gain the ground
I’ve never seen
For in the end
And underneath
A crawling seasoned spire
Shall carry on
As the last song
Dragon singing long.
I worked
Against the bugs
Against the winds
Against the offices
Calling my names
And stole my time
Against the setting sun
So I could watch
Another Spring
Sprouting up